She suddenly recalled Su Nanqing’s words spoken with a mocking smile.
“What does being my biological mother matter? When I was wrongly accused, you always chose to believe Song Jiaqi. If you had shown even an ounce of sincerity toward me, your own daughter, I wouldn’t have cut ties with you so easily. But did you ever?”
Tang Wanying felt utterly tormented. Every time something happened to Song Jiaqi, it was always blamed on Su Nanqing. The daughter she had raised herself had been thoughtful and sensible since childhood—utterly incomparable to Su Nanqing, who had only recently been found.
She had poured all her love into this daughter.
Yet when her biological daughter was wronged, she had never once believed her.
The more Tang Wanying thought about it, the more tormenting the agony became.
“Wanying, Wanying.”
Hearing Song Nanfeng’s call, Tang Wanying suddenly snapped back to reality.
“What is it?” she asked, looking at him.
Song Nanfeng stood up, feigning concern as he gazed at her, his voice tender and affectionate. “Wanying, have you been feeling unwell lately? You always seem distracted. How about I take you to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up? Are you sick?”
Tang Wanying was taken aback. Had she been that obvious?
It was all because of Nanqing’s words that she had been so absentminded.
“Do I look unwell to you?” Tang Wanying asked with a furrowed brow.
Song Nanfeng also furrowed his brow and continued along her line of thought. “Yes, you look ill—distracted, occasionally standing there in a daze. Wanying, women go through menopause. You should get it checked out.”
Tang Wanying’s eye twitched slightly. He was implying that she had reached menopause.
“So, you think I’m menopausal and should be hospitalized?” Resentment welled up in Tang Wanying’s heart.
Then, Su Nanqing’s words resurfaced in her mind.
“Soon enough, your tragic fate will officially begin. Not just yours, but also that of your four sons and your parents.”
What in the world was this damned tragic fate?
Furious, Tang Wanying stood up and snapped at Song Nanfeng, “Song Nanfeng, don’t you know what’s troubling me?”
Song Nanfeng’s eyes flickered, but he remained silent.
Could she have actually discovered something?
She hadn’t noticed anything all these years. Even if she suspected something now, those suspicions should have been dismissed.
“Song Nanfeng, don’t you know that Lan Qin Group has cut ties with our company? Our business has been struggling for the past two years, and we’ve lost many partnerships. I’m so anxious I’m about to break out in hives, and you have the nerve to say I’m menopausal?”
“Seeing me so distressed, shouldn’t you, as my husband, be getting up early every morning to pray for me?”
Song Nanfeng breathed a silent sigh of relief, then walked over with a smile and embraced her. “Alright, Wanying, I’ll get up early tomorrow to pray for you. I have something to attend to tonight—a business dinner. I’ll be back late.”
Tang Wanying’s expression was as calm as usual. She nodded wearily and said, “Fine, go ahead. I need to rest early. Tomorrow morning, I have to meet with the general manager of Lan Qin Company and try to arrange a meeting with their Zongcai to discuss cooperation.”
Song Nanfeng was also aware of Lan Qin Company. They had sought cooperation with them two years ago. Why had they suddenly severed ties?
Song Nanfeng didn’t think much of it. In the business world, such things often happened. Perhaps there was some misunderstanding that would resolve itself once clarified. But these matters were none of his concern; he only needed to take the money and enjoy himself.
After watching Tang Wanying go upstairs, Song Nanfeng went to the garage to drive away.
Tang Wanying stood by the second-floor window, watching Song Nanfeng’s car depart. Her expression was grave as she sent a message:
[Follow him. Report to me every person he meets.]